And most of all he would miss those perky second grade mornings dropping his son off for school and Christopher would reach over and kiss him on the cheek.

"Love you, buddy."
"Love you too, dad."

And he would bounce away toward the school on quick happy feet, eyes searching eagerly for friends streaming off the buses, his Fineus and Ferb backpack bouncing above his shoulders and all for the love of a new adventure, as he called his mornings.